All Male True Experience: Asshole in the Park

By: Unknown Author

I'm twenty-one, bisexual, and have a girlfriend, whom I have been with for six months. Prior to being with her, I had had sex with two other women, and a lot of other guys – other horny teen guys, anonymous hookups, etc. – the number of guys outnumbering girls because it's just a lot easier to get sex from another guy. My girlfriend doesn't know I'm bisexual, though, and I had decided that while I was with her I would be faithful and not have sex with other men.

I really didn't think it would be that difficult, since I'm more into women than men (I'm attracted to, turned on by and like sex with both equally, but the love and emotional stuff I only feel for women), but, after just six months of not having any sexual contact with another man, I suddenly found myself getting hard several times a day just thinking about it. When that happened, I'd jerk off thinking about other guys, and mostly thinking about and picturing their asses.

I've always considered myself an ass man - there's just something about a man's ass that excites me. Whenever I see a man from behind, I get so hard, especially when I see a guy bent over in a locker room, with his balls hanging and his cheeks slightly open, revealing his asshole. To me this is very arousing, because when you think of all the areas of a man that can arouse sexual excitement in another man, the asshole reflects the most private part of a man.

Sure, a man's cock is a source of sexual arousal too, but most men don't have a problem exposing their cocks around other guys - like at urinals, in the locker room, online, and some guys, especially horny teen guys, will even jerk off in front of each other – so it's not private in the same way. Let's face it, there's no more private part of a man's body than his asshole and, to me, if a guy bends over and exposes his asshole, he's exposing the most private part of himself.

It's the casualness in which it's done in the locker room, or the willingness on his part during sexual encounters to expose his most private place that turns me on, and I'd now like to share an encounter which illustrates exactly what I am talking about.

With the ever increasing thoughts of sex with guys creeping into my head, finally I decided I just couldn't go without any longer, even if it meant being unfaithful to my girlfriend, so I decided to head to a local park (known in certain circles to be a cruising spot for guy-on-guy action) to see if I could satisfy my desire.

It was a Monday night when I went to the aforementioned park. I was fully aware that I'd have a better chance of finding some action there if I had gone late on a Friday or Saturday night instead, but I had made up my mind that I wanted some man-sex ASAP and went in the hopes that I might get lucky anyway.

When I arrived it was still fairly early, just before dusk, and so I wasn't all that surprised to find that there were no other cars there. However, even though the lot was empty, I knew from past experience that guys still went there during the week, too. I also knew a lot of guys would just drive in and then leave again if there were no other cars there, but if they saw even just one car they would be more likely to stick around - so, I backed into a spot in the gravel lot and waited.

After waiting for half an hour or so, and just contemplating leaving, a truck pulled in and parked to the right of my car, backing in several spots away from me. I could see that there was only one person in the truck and it was a man. In these instances my heart begins to race and my cock begins to pulse in anticipation of a sexual adventure, but I think that happens to most guys in these types of situations.

After several minutes he opened the door of his truck and got out. As he closed the door I noticed him reach down with one hand and give his crotch a quick and casual rub, which was always a good sign. I watched as he walked away from the truck and headed across the lot toward the entrance of the path that led into the woods.

Just before he entered the path, his head turned over his shoulder and looked back at my car. I, of course, was looking right at him just for that reason, to see if he would look back; a universal code in cruising spots like this to find out if you are both there for the same reason.

In these situations I always wait a few minutes so as not to appear overly aggressive, plus I don't want to end up walking right behind the guy; I prefer to wait until he is ahead a bit so that I can wander down the path and just 'find' him, as if I had just stumbled upon him on my walk.

After waiting a couple of minutes, I got out of my car and headed across the lot to the path. As I got a ways down the path, I saw the man from the truck standing just to the side of it, leaning against a tree in the near distance. It was dusk now, and the cover of the trees made the area appear darker, and I ducked into the trees and moved a bit closer to check him out.

Within a few seconds he removed his t-shirt, and I watched him begin to run his hands across his chest and down into the waistband of his shorts - he had obviously spotted me ducking into the trees and knew I was watching him. My heart began to pound, and I stepped out onto the path again and began to slowly approach. He turned and looked at me and indicated his interest with a smile, while slipping his hand all the way into his shorts and giving his cock a good grope.

Seconds later I was standing face to face with this man. He was an attractive guy, about six feet tall and, I guessed, around two-hundred pounds; not fat, just solidly built. He had on a baseball cap and had a scruffy five o'clock shadow, and looked to be in his mid-forties, more than twice my age. I'm not usually into older guys, but at this point in time I didn't care, I just wanted cock! I was just happy that he was in-shape and attractive – but, honestly, even if he had had a beer gut and average looks, I probably would have still hooked up with him… desperate times and all.

Still groping himself, I stepped closer, and when I did, he removed his hand from his crotch, reached out and grabbed a handful of my crotch and gave it a hard squeeze. Already swollen, my cock grew completely hard from his touch. I then reached out to get a feel of his, with him moving his hand away from his crotch to allow me to touch it.

I moaned both from another guy feeling my dick and from feeling another guy's dick again. We silently stood and felt each other up for a few moments, and then he removed his hand, squatted in front of me, and pulled my shorts and underwear down.

When he was met with my stiff seven-and-a-half inch uncut cock, he commented on my "nice, hard, young dick" and then he turned his ball cap around backwards, leaned his head in, opened his mouth and fully took my cock all the way into his throat. He pulled back and then took me deeply and slowly back into his throat again and then started bobbing up and down on it in a nice rhythm.

Bisexual Fiction: Driven by Desire (Part 1)

By: chicagobasil & Ryan Michaels

During a company-wide computer upgrade, all employees were required to attend a full day training course. Since the work still had to get done, and with the massive number of employees within the company, obviously everyone could not attend all at once, so the course was held every day over the period of one month. Each employee was given a date and time to attend, with a half dozen or so people from each department sent each day.

Today was the day I had to attend the training session, and I was not looking forward to it at all. My outlook changed, however, as soon as I walked into the classroom and found I was lucky enough to be put into a class with a really hot guy who worked in my department. While we didn't really know each other, other than to say hi if we passed each other during the work day, I had always noticed Rob and thought he was really sexy!

Rob was six-foot-two, with blond hair and blue eyes, a great chest, muscular arms, and an amazing ass; the kind of ass that was just made for fucking! Out of all the guys in my department, he was the hottest! Unfortunately, he had a girlfriend and was always flirting with the younger women in the department; not that I ever would have had a chance with him anyway, even if he wasn't straight.

The classroom was set up with rectangular type tables, with two computers on each. Rob ended up sitting next to me, probably because the other four from our department, who were women, had already paired up at tables and I was the only other person in the group that he recognized.

As the session dragged on, I found myself sneaking quick glances at the nice sized bulge in Rob's pants. It took all of my will power not to just reach over and start massaging it. As I took yet another glance, with Rob totally unaware of my peeping, he leaned back in his chair and casually spread his legs a little wider and rested his hand next to that impressive bulge.

As I continued to check out his package from the corner of my eye, I saw Rob turn his head in my direction. I turned my head to look at him and he was looking right at me, smiling; his eyes then dropped to his crotch and he gave it a squeeze. He looked at me again, smiled, and then lowered his eyes to my crotch. This action totally took me by surprise, but it didn't prevent me from immediately pushing my chair back a bit further so that he could get a good look at my bulge. I started to get hard right away, just from knowing he was looking at my crotch.

As I stared at his crotch, my mouth literally watering, I could see his dick poking at the front of his pants as if it was trying to escape. He had the beginnings of a hard-on going on, and it looked like it was going to be a pretty impressive one! It was a good thing we were sitting in the back of the class!

I starting moving my legs back and forth, squeezing my hard dick between my thighs. As I continued to open and close my legs, I eventually let my left leg touch his. Surprisingly, he pressed his leg into mine, too, and then started to lightly rub his hard dick through his pants; seeing this, I quickly started doing the same. I figured he was just as bored out of his mind as I was with the course being taught and was just goofing around to pass the time, but I wanted so badly for us to be rubbing each other's bulges instead!

It seemed like forever, but finally we were given a thirty minute break and Rob motioned towards the door, indicating he wanted me to follow. He headed down the hall, looking back over his shoulder to see if I was following just as he approached the men's room door. Could it be? Am I really going to get to fool around with the hottest guy in my department, who also happens to be straight? I thought.

Unfortunately, Rob turned his head back around and kept walking. I stopped in the hall with disappointment, as some other people from the course passed me by and began going into the men's and women's washrooms.

Realizing why Rob had continued down the hall, I started walking again to see where he had gone. I rounded a corner and caught a glimpse of him standing at the exit to a stairwell, holding the door open with his hand. When he saw me, he went through it, and I kept following. Lagging behind him, I ended up following him up two flights of stairs, but when I entered the corridor where I had seen him exit the stairwell, Rob was nowhere in sight.

I walked along the empty hall trying to find Rob as people were busy working away in their work areas. Looking down a corridor I was passing, I noticed a sign protruding from the wall above a door saying "Men" and figured that must be where Rob had disappeared to.

As I walked into the washroom, I was correct in my assumption and found Rob standing by the sink area in this less busy washroom. He started rubbing his crotch as soon as he knew it was me who had entered. I walked up to him rubbing my own crotch as well, and when we were right in front of each other we both immediately put our hands on the other's throbbing bulge.

Within seconds we had our pants unzipped and were stroking each other's hard cocks. My own cock was a good size, measuring seven inches when erect, and was of average thickness and was circumcised. Rob's cock, however, had mine beat, and was everything I had hoped it to be from the size of that promising bulge, and more, looking to be about nine inches in length, fatter than my own, and uncut.

As soon as I saw that big, fat, juicy piece of meat, I couldn't help myself, and, forgetting my surroundings, I started to drop to my knees so I could take his beautiful hard cock into my mouth. He grabbed me by the arm, though, stopping my descent to my knees, and motioned towards one of the toilet stalls. Just as we started walking towards it, we heard the first of the two sets of doors to the washroom open.

I darted into the stall and shut the door, waiting for whomever had just come in to use the facilities to finish and leave so I could wrap my lips around Rob's massive man-meat; I was so excited that I was slowly stroking my cock the whole time the other guy was taking a piss.

The unwanted visitor finally left and I opened the stall door so Rob could join me; unfortunately I found that I was all alone in the room. I was disappointed and cursing whomever had come in there and stolen my opportunity, but I was so fucking horny now, not to mention hard as a rock, that I ended up closing the stall door again so I could give my aching cock some relief!

With neither the time nor the desire for a leisurely stroke-session, my hand was a blur on my dick, when someone came in. I looked through the crack in the stall door to see if it was Rob returning, but it wasn't. By that point, though, after all the buildup earlier, I was too worked up to even care that someone else was in the washroom and I just kept on furiously beating my meat.

As horny as I was, and working my cock the way I was, I was ready to cum in no time, and, when I shot my load, as hard as I tried to keep quiet, I couldn't, and a few low moans escaped my lips. I heard the other guy laugh under his breath as he washed his hands. I couldn't believe I'd just shot my load in the public washroom at my work with another guy in the room, and that he had heard me cumming, but it was also kind of hot! I just wish Rob had stuck around so that I could have been sucking on his cock while I was jerking off and dumping my load!

After cleaning up all the evidence and washing my hands, I returned to the classroom. Rob leaned over to me and whispered, "Sorry man, I freaked a bit when that guy came in and I just bolted." That was the first time either of us had actually used spoken words to communicate.

"No problem, I had my own fun anyway," I whispered back with a smile on my face.

Rob smiled too, and, after taking a quick glance around the room, he planted his hand in his crotch, gave it a firm squeeze and said, "I guess my fun will have to wait until later." Even though I had just dropped a load minutes earlier, my cock began to stir as I began to wonder what might be in store for after class!

As soon as the course was over, everyone, including Rob, scrambled to get out of there. After eight hours in a boring class I could understand his wanting to get the hell out of there, but I'd thought his comment after the break meant that he was interested in meeting up with me afterwards to get that blowjob I had tried to give him earlier. I guess he had actually just meant that he was going to have to wait until later to jerk off, like I had informed him I had done during the break. Still, I figured he'd at least say something to me, even 'see you later' or something, but he didn't say a word or even look at me before bolting from the room. Needless to say, I was disappointed that I wasn't going to get to suck his cock like I had hoped, but I took some solace in the fact that I had at least gotten to see it, and even touch it; that alone was more than I'd ever dreamed of.

As I grabbed my course materials from the tabletop, there was a small piece of blank paper sitting on top of my course folder. I picked it up, and when I turned it over it read: If you want to finish what you started, meet me at Miller Park by the old shed right now. I quickly finished gathering my papers and, with that feeling of disappointment now being replaced by great excitement, I left the room to head to the park.

All Male True Experience: Afternoon Delight

By: chicagobasil

One afternoon I was pretty horny - which wasn't that odd, since I'm horny every day - so I decided to drive over to the Forest Preserve to see if there were any hot guys worth checking out, and to possibly have some fun with.

As I pulled into the lot, there was only one other vehicle there, a red jeep. I drove through the lot slowly, glancing at the jeep as I neared it. Inside was a guy, dressed in a shirt and tie, and he was pretty hot from what I could tell. He was backed in, so I pulled my car in right next to his so I could check him out better in my driver's side mirror.

As I sat next to him, trying to casually check him out, I could tell by the very familiar movement his arm was making that he was stroking his cock. I couldn't believe it; what luck! I started my car, put it in reverse and backed my car up until my driver's side door was in line with his. After throwing it into Park, I shut off the car and pulled my own cock out and started doing the same.

All Male True Experience: Cruising for Cock

By: chicagobasil

One night after work I decided to stop off at the park for some fun. I knew for a fact that action took place at this park during the lunch hour, but I was not sure what the action was like at this time of the day, or if there would be any at all. I pulled into the lot of the park and all I saw were straight couples.

Sticking around to see if anyone interesting showed up, I sat in my car pretending to be deeply into my book, every now and again looking up to see who was pulling up. As I looked up this time, I saw a nice looking guy get out of his car and head down a path. Then to my right I saw a really hot guy enter the park on foot and do the same. The second guy made my cock stir just looking at him, so I put the book down, hopped out of my car and headed towards the path.

As I walked along I came to a fork in the road. I could either continue on straight ahead or turn left. Letting my hard-on be my guide I took the path ahead of me. It was paved and I figured it would be easy to get back to my truck. As I made my way along it I saw the second guy in the distance standing at the side of the path. He looked over at me and then continued down the path. The first guy was not too far ahead.

After walking a short way, again there was a cross road. This time guy number one headed into the woods and guy number two followed him. I decided to look for another way up, perhaps hoping to get a glimpse of the two of them in action.

All Male True Experience: Cold Snap

By: Unknown Author

 

 

I’d been cruising the same piece of earth day-in-day-out for five years or more, and thought I’d come to know every face and nearly every cock and ass that walked along the pathways.

A cold snap in the midst of April, bringing with it a cold wind, has kept the usual crowd away. I appear to be the only one there at this time.

No sooner do I pass the first picnic area, when I spot another. Eyes meet, and then I take a detour onto a pathway that cuts through the brush.

Soon hearing the crunch to my back, I continue weaving toward the tree-lined bank. Eyeing each other’s movements, we dance around the pathways a short time and then come face-to-face.

He turns, nervous-like… looks around… ensures his crotch brushes against my hand… whispers he is bi-curious… never been with a man before.

Straight Fiction: Park Patrol

By: blvlcop

 

 

 

It was a beautiful summer night, and I was on patrol on the waterfront with my new partner, Reg, a 6' 6" all-muscle black guy who had just gotten home from the Marines.

We were checking out the big park on the river, which was closed at dusk, and I noticed a white minivan parked in one of the parking areas by the water. I've found hundreds of cars parked there at night and it was always a couple of kids fooling around, and we normally just scared them and sent them on their way.

I shut the lights off in the patrol car and quietly pulled up behind the van. My partner and I got out and slowly walked up on each side. The windows were down, but the front of the minivan was empty.

As I moved to the side of the vehicle to look through the open window of the sliding side door, I saw a blonde woman going to town on some guy's cock while he lay on his back, the back seats having been removed. She was around forty years old with a smoking body. I shone my light across the other side and noticed another boy banging the blonde doggy style. Both boys looked to be eighteen or nineteen, and became startled by the flashlight and jumped up with worried looks on their faces.

All Male True Experience: My First Blowjob

By: Jimmy J

 

I'm a really shy guy and being shy, I pretty much kept to myself with only one really good friend. I wasn't comfortable in social settings so I never really went out on weekends or ever got invited to parties and such. On top of being shy, I also knew from an early age that I was gay, which made me feel even more isolated.

I'm an attractive guy, and I work out, so I have a good build, but approaching someone for sex, let alone another guy, was out of the question for a shy guy like me. So I was still a virgin when most of the guys my age had, at the very least, already had blowjobs.

That was something I dreamed about. Many a night, I masturbated under my sheets, fantasizing about being given a blowjob or giving one. God, it was thrilling just thinking about what it would be like, and I wanted to experience it, desperately, but it seemed like it would always be just a pipe dream and would never happen for me. But that all changed a week and a half ago.

It was summer vacation. My mom and dad had gone away for two weeks with friends, and knowing they didn't have to worry about me throwing any wild parties, they left me home alone.

On the second day that my parents were away, I had been at my friend's house, just hanging out and drinking some beer that we stole from his dad's beer fridge, and while walking home, I had to piss really badly. It was quicker to take a slight detour and use the washroom in the park than to keep on towards my house.

When I entered the washroom, there was someone at the only urinal, so I ducked into one of the two stalls, quickly unzipped, and let the piss flow, stopping myself from sighing in relief so as not to give the other guy the wrong idea and get myself into trouble.

As I pissed, I turned my head when I noticed writing on the stall wall. Written on it were the standard things you've always heard about, like "For a good time, call so and so at such and such a number," and "Call such and such a number and ask for so and so if you want your cock sucked," and stuff like that.

I was a bit surprised. I had never seen writing on the stall walls at the mall before, which was about the only place I normally found the need to use a public washroom on occasion. I always thought that the "for a good time call this girl" thing only happened in the movies and was just a cliché. But what surprised me the most was that these messages in the men's room were not the names and numbers of girls, but guys… guys looking for sex with other guys!

Turning to read the other wall, the same general things were written, but then my eyes came across one that was quite graphic and to the point. It was written in some short forms but I will use the full words here. It said:

Good looking guy with a hot, talented mouth, looking to suck cock and take a hot load down my throat…will be here this Saturday (June 6) from midnight until 2 a.m. No reciprocation required.

I had long since finished pissing, and reading that was enough to make my cock grow rock-hard in my hand. With the other guy now gone, I started stroking myself as I read the other offers for free sex with strangers. But the one I quoted above was the one that really got me going, and I kept reading it over and over until I blew my load into the toilet about a minute later.

As I walked home, not feeling horny anymore after cumming, I didn't really think too much more about it, but being a teenager, it wasn't too long before I was horny again. I jerked off again thinking about what was written and what it would like to be sucked by some stranger, by another guy, in that washroom.

By the next day, I had decided that I was going to go to that washroom on Saturday night around midnight. Getting out at midnight wasn't a problem with my parents away, and the possibility of getting my very first blowjob was too exciting to risk missing out on.

Saturday finally came, although it seemed like the rest of the week just dragged by, and I headed out the door around 11:45 p.m. to make sure I was there before anyone else who may have read the note and might show up, too.

My legs were shaking in excitement as I walked down my street. I had convinced myself that the guy would be there like he said he would and that this was gonna happen - I was actually, finally, going to have sex! It might just be a blowjob, but that was still sex to me!

As I approached the door to the men's washroom, the butterflies in my stomach intensified and my legs felt like they were going to give out on me. Taking a few deep breaths, I stepped inside the washroom, only to find that it was empty. I looked at my watch and saw that it was still five minutes before midnight, so I held on to the belief that he would be there and moved into one of the stalls to wait.

As I waited and thought about what I hoped would happen, I felt my cock grow and get hard inside my pants. As much as I wanted to whip it out and pound it in my fist, getting it sucked for the first time kept my hands off of it, so I just sat silently waiting for any sound of a sexual adventurer.

Looking at my watch, it was now 12:15 a.m., and nothing. A feeling of disappointment came over me as I realized the guy likely wasn't coming. I was still extremely horny, though, and rock hard, so I decided I needed to take care of my boner first, right there in the stall, before heading back home.

I had only been stroking my dick for a minute at most when there was the sound of the washroom door opening and then footsteps. I got nervous, with all sorts of thoughts going through my head: "Was it him?" "Was it just some guy coming to take a piss?" "Was it the cops?" My nervousness, and that last thought, made my cock start to soften.

The footsteps went to the urinal and I could hear a guy pissing. Then, they went to the sink and I heard water as the guy washed his hands. Then, those footsteps got closer and I saw feet by my stall, and then watched them move into the stall next to me.